Figuring it all out

You don’t have to have it all figured out. Honestly. It’s not a thing. Even the people who seem like they have it all figured out, don’t. They can’t predict or control the future anymore than you or I can, they just try to.

You don’t have to be the same as the people you grew up with. You don’t have to make your mark or stand out either.

You don’t even have to be happy. Really. It’s OK to sit for as long as you want, outside of your heart, allowing the rain to fall, and the storm to rage. It’s OK.

In the past, I’ve tried to fight the sadness, the anxiety and the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and hopelessness that threatens to engulf me at times.
Each time, I do my best. That’s all we will ever be able to do. And it will always be good enough. Always.

So I do my best. I do my best to breathe, to be compassionate with myself, to remember that this is life, and it’s OK. And sometimes, maybe after many moments, I feel my heart come back inside myself a little. I feel a softening around the pain and I feel myself accepting where I am, and even being OK with it.

Because here’s the thing: we can’t predict the future, but one of the few things I do know is that everything changes, and learning to lean into where you are, to be a little more compassionate, really helps release the tension that causes you to stay stuck in the discomfort, or that helps you lose the joy.

To find the peace in wherever you are is an art form. To learn to accept where you are, and be open to better, is an art form. There might not be a final destination. That’s OK too. It means you can stop trying to get somewhere, and instead embrace where you are, whatever that looks like, and allow that space to create something new for you to step into